Presented to me
: Half a kiwi
, denuded and gaspingly green, shallow grooves gouged into its surface. An inviting verdant egg of softish sweetness
, with black seeds encircling a pale core like an ornately-threaded necklace. No speck of brown, no residue of fuzz
, no awkward bruise, no fissure of a fruit grasped too tightly. Only the shallow grooves gouged into its surface. Only the sweet, piquant offering of a piece of glistening generosity, an unspoken sentiment
embodied in green, black, and white.
Do you know how difficult it is to peel half a kiwi with your bare hands?